Verse 1:
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My day starts out light, but it is very heavy as the night approach
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When I take flow from all dat smoke dat I smoke, no joke
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As I commence to take flight its gotta be first class cuz this ass
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Could give a fuck about coach....bitch
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(How high do you fly when you fly back?)
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From da bottom to top- top to bottom and back
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Now as I lay me in da cup gettin fucked up
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Puffin on blunts and comin up with some mo of dat funky stuff
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Rough and tough is not enough to keep my focus
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No its dat hocus pocus abracadabra smokeyas
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Fills up da room as I breathe again
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One smoke from da ghetto its dem braids and
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When flossing in my benz with my friends it begins
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Smell the aroma puttin you in a coma
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Its dat super sanky dank that'll make ya faint go blank
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Hey when I its da door all my niggas say,
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Chorus: Adi adi adi adi ah... (its probably all dat chronic that I smoke)
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Oh How we love it when ya fire it up
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Adi adi adi adi ah...layin in da cut gettin real fucked up (say 2x)
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Verse 2:
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Its a new day new day truly ain't nathin changed
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Fall up out my bed to the same ol' thangs
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Your averaged, everyday black surrounded, bar-b-que, a little weed
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Its some niggas with some bass pounding
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One o'clock is da time to raise
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take a shower brush my teeth and correct my braids
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Now listen up to what I say because this typa shit, it happens everyday and
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(I gotta place where I soak some so) In da summer its a coolin
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In da winter its a smoke ho
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20 feet away from da house in da back
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Surrounded by a gate draked in all black its
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(Its where me and my homies go smokin on that thang till it aint no mo)
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How we smoke? (we smoke till I blast some mo)
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Doin my thang kickin back relax and then
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Chrous: say (2x)
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We like to smoke, we like to smoke, we like to smoke baaaby (say 4x)
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Fire it Up
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Da Brat |